william: hooked up with random girls with no obligation to anything more. encouraged noora’s writing. soothed her when she was incredibly stressed and panicking. never took noora’s time away from her friends. never broke his promises to her. asshole on the outside.

jonas: cheated on two girlfriends. mocked eva’s grades behind her back and to her face. made eva desperate and insecure. consumed eva the majority of the time. broke eva’s trust which resulted in intense emotional damage. asshole on the inside.

She watched him flirt with yet another girl, a frown making it’s way upon her lips as she wished she was one of them. Eva noticed this and gently laid her hand on top of y/n’s, y/n’s head turned to face Eva as she smiled weakly her eyes immediately going back to the boy in the penetrator hoodie. She looked at the girl he was talking to, she had piercing blue eyes, her legs were long and smooth, she had beautiful tanned skin and the prettiest smile y/n had ever seen.

Her frown turned into a sad smile as she looked back at the girls who were already staring at her worried she might do something she’d regret. But nothing like that happened as she excused her self from their table sprinting to the bathroom oblivious to the fact that Chris’s eyes had followed her every move, he licked his lips wanting nothing more than to be with her in that moment he felt sick to his stomach realizing he wanted more than just a hook up.

He hadn’t felt this way before about anyone not even Iben who he had broken up with a few weeks ago, his eyes went back to the girl in front him swallowing his feelings and bringing his infamous smirk back onto his lips.

However the way he stared at her whilst she walked out of the cafeteria did not go unnoticed by the girls they all looked at each other raising their eyebrows did penetrator Chris like y/n too? they all huddled together, Eva being the first one to say something

“did you guys see the way he looked at her?”

“yes like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen” Sana snickered whilst staring at Chris who had noticed their weird behavior “shit i think he’s realized what were talking about” Eva panicked noticing Chris’s eyes widening as he speed walked towards them slamming his hands down onto the table “what’s so fucking funny?!”

Their eyes wen’t wide as they stared at each other having no clue what to do or what to say “Chris?” a low voice mumbled from behind him, it was y/n. Now it was his time to panic as he had no clue what to tell her about why he had been yelling at her friends, “he was just leaving” Noora grumbled and he did exactly that walking away without another word.

y/n’s eyebrows knitted together as she stared at her friends wondering what the hell just happened. Vilde was the first one to speak up “he like-” before she could finish Eva’s hand found it’s way over her lips earning a shocked yell from her before she pushed her hand of her mouth and sat back in her seat rolling her eyes as she didn’t understand why she couldn’t tell y/n about the way he had looked at her.

“shut the hell up”

Eva glared and looked back at y/n who was still standing there confused as ever as to why her friends were acting this way. Y/n was about say something when Sana cut her off and told her that they were going to a party tonight and that she had to look her best because the boys there only went for the best dressed girls, causing y/n to roll her eyes and laugh at Sana’s words but she quickly agreed knowing that Chris would be there

Y/n walked through the front door of the party the music filling her ears as she walked through the crowd her friends trailing after her, they walked through the crowd making their way to the kitchen to get some drinks. Y/n’s black dress fitted her perfectly hugging all off her curves and showing just enough cleavage but not to much, it stopped right below her ass making her feel slightly
uncomfortable especially with the numerous guys that were practically undressing her with their eyes.

She begged her friends to stay with their but of course that didn’t happen as they quickly disappeared into the crowd. She frowned blobbing down onto the couch rolling her eyes as she drank her beverage in under three seconds squeezing the red solo cup in her hand in anger before slamming it onto the ground. She was mad as hell, all of her friends left her knowing that she hated being alone at parties but that anger quickly faded when he sat down next to her.

She blushed and suddenly felt like she had forgotten every single word that she had learned. He smirked noticing the affect he had on the poor girl and put his arm around her causing her cheeks to go even redder if that was even possible. “blushing huh? didn’t know i had that kind of an effect on you” she still just sat there her mouth slightly opening as she tried to speak but nothing came out “well let’s start easy shall we what’s your name?” he asked even though he knew perfectly what it was “uh it’s y/n” she said finally finding her voice again

“hm y/n i like that name, i’m Chris” he said scooting closer towards her so close that if he were to turn his head their lips would almost be touching “yeah i know” she mumbled her eyes widening as she realized how creepy that sounded, but he just laughed his lips slightly brushing against her neck as he put his hand over hers tracing it up and down her arm. She felt like she was going to faint having Chris so close to her made her feel almost complete

She turned her head, her lips ever so slightly brushing against his and that’s when it finally happened he pushed his head forward connecting their lips in a heated kiss. She crawled on top of his lab his hands trailing down towards her ass, as she ran hers through his hair. Their make out session was stopped by someone grabbing her by the waist and pulling her off of him.

Chris immediately stood up ready to kill the person who ripped her away from him, for ruining what he had been waiting for, for so long. She was just as shocked as him as she untangled herself from the persons grip screaming “what the fuck!” in their face, but she quickly calmed down when she saw that it was her one of her friends Jonas. Chris didn’t though he was still frustrated with what Jonas had pulled at school so he wrapped his arms around y/n moving her out of the way so he was standing in front off him

“what do you think your doing!?” Chris yelled furious at the first year that kept trying to pick fights with him “keeping you away from her! i know what sick game you’re playing and i won’t let her be one of the girls you ruin!” he roared back shocking you and most of the people that were around them “Just fuck off alright before i do something i’ll regret” Chris said clearly about to flip any second, y/n quickly ran over to him and his eyes immediately softening when they landed on her

She smiled and lightly pecked his lips before turning back to Jonas who was standing there shocked that she had picked ‘Penetrator Chris’ over him “i think you should go” she mumbled whilst being pulled back into Chris’s chest “whatever” he said starting to walk away, but before he was completely out of sight he turned back to her looking her straight in the eyes before saying “just remember that i warned you” and then he was gone.

Remember in s1 when we expected a huge bitch fight BUT instead Iben invited to a girl power party and Eva and Ingrid had a proper conversation about their falling out and ended up forgiving each other. Remember Sana throwing water in Ingrid’s face for calling Eva a slut.

Remember s2 when Mari and Noora two girls who didn’t know each other protected each other. Or when Noora discovered Vilde’s eating disorder. Or when Sana got harassed and the girls maid a plan to help her take revenge and when we thought it was the hijab police but it turned out to be one of the penetrator boys.

Remember in s3 when the girl squad was constantly together in the background.

Remember that Skam has always had female friendship and support as one of their main themes

Christoffer Schistad’s foot nervously taps away against the wooden flooring outside Noora Sætre’s room. He runs his hands through his hair, not believing that he’s actually going to do this. Why does he care? He pats his navy blue, bomber jacket and black t-shirt, before checking the pockets of his jeans for his phone. It’s to help divert himself from the stress of the situation at hand.

Before he has any time to retreat or think over what he’s going to say, Noora opens this door. Noora, clearly not expecting Chris to ever show up at her home, is stunned, her eyes wide and a crisp look of confusion coating her face. She opens her mouth, cocking her head in front, trying to seem calm.

Just do it, Chris encourages himself as he twiddles with his fingers. “I need to talk to you!” he blurts out, thinking that it’s best to rip off the bandaid.

Noora sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “If this is about William, I am –”

“It’s about Eva,” Chris interrupts, standing there.

Without him having to explain himself, Noora already knows what he’s come to talk about Eva for. She offers him a soft, sympathetic smile, before stepping back and motioning for him to come into her room.

Chris takes a deep breath, nodding his head, then walking in. As he passes her, he mumbles a ‘thank you’. Chris looks around, lost, not knowing how to continue this.

However, Noora helps him about my gesturing for him to sit down on the plush rug with her. Next, knowing that this man is stressed more than ever, Noora pours tea out from her teapot into two cups. Silently, with an encouraging smile, she hands a cup to Chris, who’s sitting cross-legged in front of her, just like her.

Once again, he says a ‘thank you’ and Noora knows that this politeness has come from Eva’s doing. She probably forced it into the man.

“So?” Noora starts, wanting him to open up about what he’s thinking, instead of her just telling him.

Chris gulps, avoiding her gaze. And the images and the things he’s heard and seen come rushing back to him. Promptly, he sets the cup onto the floor before looking up at Noora.

“I can’t be what Eva wants me to be,” he confesses. “I can’t be that perfect boyfriend for her.” Noora’s expression turns to one of sympathy as she tilts her head to the side. Noora has a confiding vibe to her, allowing Chris to fluently open up to her.

“I don’t know what we are. But what I know is that we only ever make out with each other, sleep with only each other. Sometimes, on good days. she’ll make me breakfast or it’s me,” Chris hurriedly explains, clearly frightened by giving too much of his feelings away. But the bottle of feelings has been tipped and lid is lost. “I drive her to or back from school and she hangs out at my place on the weekends. I’ll accompany her for dinner and we’ll go exploring the streets of Oslo if a party isn’t what we’re looking for.”

Noora takes a sip of her tea, trying to formulate a response that will comfort him. However, he goes on.

“Yeah. Evan and Adam are cute. Other people say that they’ve become close. . I guess what I really want to ask you is… Does Eva have feelings for him?”

And Noora’s heart breaks. Never has she ever seen Chris Schistad open up to anyone. . he may have to Eva, but this is new. And, therefore, it helps her understand that the idea of ‘Eva and Adam’ really bothers Chris. Most importantly, it tells Noora that Christoffer cares very much for Eva. And in the romantic away.

Noora speaks up, “You need to talk to her, Chris. I cannot speak on her behalf.”

Chris looks at Noora, a little infuriated by her response. However, realisation hits him and he ducks his head, then nods in understanding.

Chris gets up, thanking Noora for the help, before opening the room’s door. However, Noora stops him when the door has been opened up halfway. “Christoffer, whatever you do, make sure you do what feels right? Okay? And don’t hurt Eva in the process.”

Chris, without even looking at her, nods before leaving.

-

That night, Chris gathered his courage and invited Eva to a park they’ve visited together, frequently, for eating, before Eva leaves to go party.

Chris sits on the bench of the bench, arriving sharply at five minutes to nine, at night.

He goes over all the things he can possibly tell her, all the ways he can express himself without making her mad. He goes over all the ways he can stay calm when she brings up Adam’s name. . which he’s more than sure she will.

After all, she finally found someone to love.

“Schistad, you alright?” Eva’s bubbly voice calls, from a few metres away. Chris snaps his head in time to see her arrive at the bench and then take a seat.

He smiles weakly at her, before diverting his attention to passing her a sandwich and a beer. Eva thanks him, grinning, before turning to face him, and propping her elbow onto the back rest of the park bench. She’s wearing a dark blue flannel and white t-shirt, which has been tucked into her pair of high-waisted jeans, which have been tightened by a black belt.

Chris catches the way she shudders, so he begins to shuffle asking, “Why didn’t you wear a coat?”

Eva shrugs, “I’m going to a party and then I’ll be warm. I’d forget to take my coat back home.”

Eva’s fingers pull his coat closer, but then she’s lost in his eyes. He’s staring at her with such gentleness that it captivates her. There’s a softness to his features that Eva has noticed a few times before, but until now, she never realised what it was. They’re close to each other.

And Chris looks like he wants to kiss her right then and there.

But Chris snaps out of his trance and shakes his head, to compose himself.

Eva’s mouth breaks into a teasing grin as she looks at him. She cocks her head to the side, playfully asking, “You concerned I won’t be safe?” Chris chuckles at that. He wants to reply ‘yes’ but for his ego he also wants to say ‘no’. Eva takes care of that problem for him, when she adds, “Noora isn’t coming and Vilde, Sana and Chris are going to come late but I have to leave early so Adam’s taking me.”

Chris opens his mouth to say something but then doesn’t. He sighs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He buries his head in his hands, as he takes a deep breath.

Eva chews her bite slowly, as she inspects him. “You alright?”

Right as she finishes her question, Chris sits up right, quickly questioning, “You and Adam?”

Eva puckers her lower lip, asking, “Me and Adam?”

The tone of her voice tells Chris that she doesn’t understand what he’s asking. He’s already done damage, might as well go through with this. “You guys a thing, now?”

Eva’s eyes widen in disbelief as it sinks in. Then she chuckles humourlessly, getting up and throwing her sandwich onto the bench. “So this is why you called me out here? Hm? Because you don’t want me to do anything with Adam?” Her arms are crossed over her chest, giving evidence of her unhappiness.

Chris gets up as well, his anger building up. “Well, have you?”

“Fuck you, Schistad!” Eva replies, confidently, not missing a beat.

“You have!” Chris fights back, weakly. All he is is scared. Fuck, he thinks to himself, understanding what that means: he doesn’t want to lose Eva Mohn.

“I don’t know if you know this Chris, but we’re not a couple. Nor are you my father. So, you don’t get to go around and disapprove the boys I hang out with, alright? I don’t give a flying fuck if it hurts your ego!” Eva says. Her heart stings at her words.

“Not a couple?” Chris chuckles, just like Eva had moments ago. He takes a small step closer to her. “Okay, what about you sleeping at my house? What about us going out for lunch and dinner together? What about you not running away the next morning?”

“Stop,” Eva says through gritted teeth, as she momentarily closes her eyes.

Chris shakes his head, just as she opens her eyes, sensing he’s taken another step towards her. Now, he’s standing chest to chest. His hand, sneakily, grabs hold of hers. “What do you call staying up late to talk to each other, until one of us falls asleep? What about hanging out and kissing?”

“Don’t do this, Chris,” Eva pleads, her voice cracking.

“What do you call holding hands and going for strolls?” Chris desperately asks. Sighing, he finalises how this is going to work out. “Tell me you like him and not me and I’ll go away.”

“Chris,” Eva objects, getting impossibly close to him, her hand now wrapping around his tightly. She takes a shaky breath, before tilting her head to look at him. “I love you,” she confesses, then brings her free hand to cup his cheek. Chris’s eyes widen at her words as his heart skips a few beats. His stomach erupts and the jitters consume him. Eva giggles. “I love you so God damn much, Christoffer.”

Chris’s mouth hesitantly breaks into a grin. Then they laugh and he crashes his lips against hers. They laugh into their kiss, happy that they finally figured this out. Whatever they were.

Even was so relieved about the way the evening had gone. He thought back to their
entrance, how nervous he was, how clammy his hands were – held firmly by Isak’s
warm one. Even looked over to where Isak stood now, talking to Mutta and Mikael.

Isak laughed and his shoulders moved up and down how they always did when his laugh was almost a
giggle. Even was so in love with this boy it was ridiculous. Now more than ever because Isak had held his
hand both literally and metaphorically through all of this. Had listened, had
been patient and gave Even the strength to face it all.

With a deep dreamy sigh Even
took a sip of his sparkling wine. The glass so long in his hand that the drink
was slightly too warm and lay flat, but he didn’t really mind. He was way too happy and content to care right now.

He still watched his boy intently as Eva came up beside the little group,
jumping between the three of them and obviously wanting all of them to come
dance. Isak grinned at her as she tugged on his arm and indulged her, bobbing
his head to the song that played loudly over the garden.

He knew he had the
fondest look on his face as he watched those blonde curls fall in disarray with
the movement. Then his eyes roamed over the rest of Isak. His face, happy, light, teasing as
Eva continued to hold a tipsy speech, still dancing. Even’s old, dark red shirt fell perfectly over Isak’s shoudlers. The
neckline, which got more loose with every wash, exposed just the slightest bit of his broad chest which made Even’s eyes grow darker.

Isak caught his gaze across the garden and maneuvered Eva to Mikael before he made his way over to Even, who bit his bottom lip as he drank in the rest of his boyfriend with those tight fitting pants.

When Even
forced his eyes back up to Isak’s face the look Isak shot him was smug.
Something fluttered in Even’s stomach at that. Shy Isak was more than adorable
and amazing but confidant and cocky Isak was a whole other level of a turn on
for Even.

“Halla” Isak said, teasing tone in his voice and he raised his eyebrows as he stopped close, close, close in
front of him. Their chests flush against each other as Isak wrapped his arms around Even’s
middle.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it
to a bed.” He murmured with a low voice before he leaned in and
kissed Even lightly on his lips, then moved small little pecks over Even’s jaw
to his neck and back again. Even breathed out a quiet laugh and put his hands on Isak’s back, one
between his shoulder blades and one … lower.

“You
wanna leave?” Even said as he moved his head to chase after Isak’s mouth. After they made out for a few seconds (minutes) Isak pulled his head back and shook it with a soft smile.

“Nei.
Let’s stay a little while longer.” He said with a final peck. “I like seeing you with
your friends.” Even grinned at that.

“I like seeing you with my friends.” He answered. Isak, again, raised his brows flirtatiously, mouth curling to the side with a confidant smile.

“Really? I hand’t noticed.” And with a
small slap on Even’s butt he stepped back and joined Jonas and Mahdi who were
opening up another bottle.

A/N: I poured my heart and soul into this one, guys ^^ I hope it was worth the wait! PS. new banner! what do you guys think??

“First thing’s first,” Chanyeol barked gruffly as he closed the van door shut behind him. “Let’s get the two of you to Yixing to get looked at.”

The seraph’s fingers tightened around your own as they interlaced protectively. During the long ride back, upon prompting, she had told you her name: Eva. Of course, this wasn’t her real name, or rather, the name given to her within the walls of Seraphim. With so many other leering eyes and open ears close by, you expected as much. A seraph’s true name was not only the root of their ethereal identity, but also a symbol of their divine virtue and character.”

For a seraph, allowing someone to know your true name was in essence giving them your undying loyalty, your highest form of adoration. Your life.

Chanyeol took in a deep breath, “Don’t worry, he’s only going to tend to your wounds.”

He released it as he turned around, beginning to walk away from the two of you whilst muttering something under his breath. Something that sounded curiously like…

“There’s been enough violence at my hand today.”

You shivered. You didn’t know whether or not Chanyeol meant for you to hear those words or not, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the beaten-down vampire as he stalked off across the warehouse.

Kyungsoo rounded the vehicle, causing Eva to wince as he approached you. He halted in his tracks, and his breath hitched. As he took one step closer, you reciprocated by keeping a protective arm around Eva’s waist behind you, taking a step of equal length back.

Kyungsoo froze, the sadness that was evident in his eyes betraying his emotionless expression. “I am to escort you to the medical ward.”

Eva cowered further behind you as soon as he began to speak. You turned around and rubbed your hands up and down her arms reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Eva, these people are okay. They won’t hurt you anymore, alright? I won’t let them hurt you.” After she gave you a curt nod, you smiled. “We’re just going to go see Yixing, and he’s going to patch you up a little bit, okay?”

You turned back around to face Kyungsoo, forcing yourself to muster a confident expression. Eva’s hand reconnected itself with yours, and you sent Kyungsoo a sharp nod to indicate that you were ready.

Kyungsoo’s lip twitched, and you could’ve sworn you saw the remnant of an apologetic look in his eyes.

“If you would, then.” He straightened himself before extending his arm in the direction of the nearest doorway. “Follow me.”

“There’s probably a parallel universe with another Isak and Even that are lying down, just like this… Only that, there’s a different colour on the curtains or something…” – Not exactly. (In which some things are different, but some others are the same)

She doesn’t mean to, but Eva falls asleep with her arms wrapped around Noora’s waist. She’s breathing softly and is so close to Noora that it almost seems suffocating, but less like someone’s squeezing Noora’s heart in order to break it and more like someone’s just trying to hug it hard enough to help her remember what it’s like to be loved.

And Noora thinks about backing up, or avoid saying it, but then she thinks about Eskild, so happy and proud of himself, and about Eskild side-eyeing her since she moved in, and she just swallows and goes for it. “I’m queer. Can we go out tonight?”Eskild jumps off the bed and immediately wraps around her like a cat. Noora is panting a bit with the force of her admission, and she bites her lower lip hard, tucks her smile in Eskild’s neck. She lets herself be rocked back and forth.

Dedicated to all the Chriseva fans left hurt, angry and disappointed by the finale. I wrote this as something therapeutic for myself to try and get over my sadness even though I didn’t think I could ever bring myself to read or write another Chriseva fic again.

May we all stick together and bring each other up in this time sadness. I love you guys. The Chriseva fans have been some of the nicest and best people I’ve met on this site.

I hope that this may ease maybe a little bit of the hurt we’re all feeling.

Snapshots

When Eva was fifteen, she thought she had everything figured out. If
someone had asked her then where she saw herself in ten years, she’d probably
said married to Jonas with two kids, a pair; one boy and one girl; the girl
with a long mane of cascading black hair and the boy with a head of tight
strawberry blond curls and the eyebrows to match. Or it could be the other way
around, or neither, it didn’t really matter to her. But she genuinely saw her
happily ever after with Jonas and if she pretended hard enough she’d be able to
ignore the agonizing stab of guilt that came along with it.

When Eva was sixteen, she just wanted to make it through the school year
without too much trouble and she wanted Jonas to love her the way she loved him
and she kept hoping that he wouldn’t keep putting her in the corner with the
rest of the things he constantly took for granted. At least that’s what Eva
felt on the inside, on the outside she was living her happily ever after with
Jonas. Right?

When Eva was seventeen, she just wanted to party and she wanted to fuck,
all the time and everyone. She partied with Chris most of the time and fucked
him even more frequently than that. Chris was easy; he didn’t expect anything
more, just like she wasn’t willing to give anything more. He always came
prepared with his Cheshire cat grin and his devil-may-care attitude and he was
hot as shit and fucked just as well. He was what Eva needed in the moment. But
just that moment. Right?

When Eva was eighteen, everything suddenly turned out too complicated.
Chris wanted something more, more than she was willing to give, and Eva fell
back into old habits, doing the same thing she always did when things got too
hard: she ran. This time the path led her to Jonas’s door and his bed.
But this was what she really wanted, right? Getting back on the right path, the
path that included Jonas and their two kids and the white picket fence on their
lawn and the big blue house that sat at the edge of the cobblestone path. Chris
said he loved her and that he was ready to settle down with her even though she
wasn’t, and as it turned out, Chris wasn’t ready either.

They came together but they left separately, but that was okay.

When Eva was nineteen she realized that Jonas would never really change;
not for her, not for anyone. She’d fallen back into bad habits and lost the
voice she’d finally acquired after so long. Once again her opinions always came
in second; her needs were always put last and her feelings were always made to
be a joke. One day, Eva just picked up her strewn clothes from off the floor
and left, and she never looked back.

When Eva was twenty she put herself first for the first time in her
life. She finally put men to the side and hooked up only on the weekends when
she’d meet up with the girls for a night out. She went back to school and
studied to be a teacher; perhaps one day she would be able to help a kid avoid
making the same mistakes she had in her youth. She still partied hard on the
weekends with her crew. They’d laughed when she used that term for the first
time, but Eva thought it was appropriate. The little voice in the back of her
head laughed at the irony of everything, but for some reason the laughter
sounded too familiar, but it didn’t belong to her.

Every night though, she’d go home alone, but that was okay.

When Eva was twenty one, she met Chris by chance at the club during the
weekend she was out. He was DJ-ing at the club that night and meeting him had
been purely by chance, or maybe it had been fate instead. She went back home
with him that night and he left early in the morning after fixing her
breakfast. He had another gig that night in a club in a different city. They
promised to keep in touch.

They didn’t, but that was okay.

When Eva was twenty-two, Vilde announced that she and Magnus had gotten
engaged. Everyone thought it was too soon, but no one said anything, not even
Sana. Magnus made Vilde happy and it was obvious and that was the only thing
that mattered. She asked them to be her bridesmaids at her wedding and all of
them were too happy to oblige. That night they went out and got shit faced
drunk. Eva had sex with the bartender in the backroom of the club, but she left
alone.

When Eva was twenty-three, Vilde and Magnus married. She, Sana and Noora
were the bridesmaids and Chris was the maid of honour. Vilde looked absolutely
stunning in her white dress and Magnus looked smart and sharp in his tailored
suit. Eva didn’t think she’d ever seen Vilde that genuinely happy in her life.
Perhaps it was only in part because of the wedding, the other part was probably
because her mom was there, present and sober and walked her proudly down the
aisle.

When Eva was twenty-four, she finished her studies and moved out of her
mom’s house into her own apartment. She found employment in the elementary
school just down the street from her new place and it was perfect. Everything
was perfect. The day she graduated, her mom and her friends all managed to make
it to the ceremony to watch her receive her degree. It was the proudest moment
of her life. She went out partying that night with her girls at the club and
the DJ playing the music winked at her from across the room. She was too drunk
on alcohol and giddiness to really pay attention to the person until she was locking
lips with him in the dark corner of the club while the music was blaring in the
background.

Chris went home with her that night and they stayed in the whole weekend
fucking.

prompt: eva is studying at chris’ house after school but she ends up getting distracted by chris’ glasses.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: the tiniest amount of smut at the end.

a/n: i chose to write this because the thought of chris wearing glasses makes my ovaries explode.

//

If there was one thing Eva Mohn hated the most, it was studying. She hated even the aspect of starting it. There were so many better things she could be doing right now instead, for example she could be binge watching another show. Eva’s History coursework was piling up and if she didn’t pass on this, she would fail the entire subject.

Eva always thought that company made studying easier. She decided to go round to Chris’ house after school - which had become a weekly thing. Every Tuesday they would go to either one of their houses, make out a little (occasionally go further), talk for a bit and watch something. Although today she had to do some studying.

Eva lay on Chris’ bed getting frustrated with the coursework she was attempting to complete. The anger bubbling up inside her was so real and about to simmer over the edge, she was ready to toss her laptop out of the window.

“Breathe Eva, breathe.” She pushed the electronic device away from her, fanning her face as she started to sweat from frustration.

Chris knew how stressed she got when it came to History, so he purposely distanced himself from her. He would either take a shower or just lie quietly next to her. Today he had opted for taking a shower seen as he had just been to the gym.

She collapsed onto the bed sighing deeply whilst covering her face up with her small hands. She needed a break. She picked up her iPhone scrolled through her instagram, seeing many pictures of people from her party which was the weekend before.

The door to the ensuite bathroom clicked open and out walked the one and only Chris Schistad in only his black sweatpants. His abs were gleaming and his arms looking extra delicious as there were small drops water peppering on his body.

Despite his naked torso looking fabulously beautiful. Eva wasn’t seeing that. All she noticed was the tortoise shell, large lens surrounded by a thin frame, pair of glasses adorning his face.

In all honesty, Eva didn’t know what to with herself when Chris made his presence known in a room with those glasses on.

Chris licked his plump lips and went to his set of drawers picking out a plain t-shirt to wear. He turned around and faced her with an adorable grin placed on his face.

“How’s your work going?” Chris asked Eva as he slipped the shirt over his head.

Eva wasn’t sure how to reply, her mouth was dry and she felt incredibly intimidated by how handsome he looked. She managed to snap out of her trance and coughed a little.

“Horrendously. I don’t understand it.” She replied.

Chris walked over to his bed and sat down next to Eva who had now moved to the end, her feet dangling off the edge.

“You know, History was my best subject. Let me help you.” Chris said and took the laptop from Eva’s lap.

Chris started to mumble some words as he read what was on the screen. Eva couldn’t help but admire his face that was concentrating, his defined jawline was just irresistable.

“Eva?” His voice brought her back into reality. “Are you listening?”

Her cheeks started to heat up a little in embarrassment. “Er…No, sorry.”

He rolled his eyes at her and commenced his explanation again, Eva’s mind started to wander to other places again. Absentmindedly her hands reached out to pull Chris’ glasses off. Before she could take them all the way off he grabbed her hands and looked her straight in the eye.

“What are you doing?” He attempted to sound accusing but a slight smirk was growing upon his lips.

“Nothing” She replied playfully.

Eva managed to wriggle her hands out of Chris’ tight grasp, still holding his glasses. She looked down at them and started to inspect the pair in detail. She manoeuvred herself around to face him, so she was sat crossed legs. “I really like these.” Eva said as she pretended to study them even more.

“Of course you do. You aren’t even listening to me?”

Eva tilted her head sideways, like dogs do when they are confused. She pretended to look as if she was thinking deeply. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t.”

“If you don’t understand it, then why aren’t you listening?” Chris moved the laptop off his knee and placed it onto his bedroom floor. He turned his full attention to what Eva was just about to say.

“I don’t know. I need help but I ended up getting distracted…”

“Oh really? I would never have guessed.” He replied sarcastically whilst silently smirking.

Eva placed Chris glasses back onto his head and fully looked at him, she was starting to completely lose it internally. She had been losing it to Chris for a while now but today was just the icing on the cake.

They weren’t together, well they were but not officially. She thought that was the best part about it. They both needed and wanted each other the same amount, everyone else and they both knew that they were basically a couple but they didn’t need to have a label. That was what made it so perfect.

“Mhum” Eva mumbled something unrecognisable, before wrapping her arms around Chris neck. “These are just such a big turn on for me.” She continued as she pointed at his glasses.

As soon as their lips collided, they were fighting for dominance. Their hands tangled in each others hair. Chris’ hands slowly slid out of Eva’s hair and inched down to the bottom of her back.

“You in those glasses, it does undescribable things to me,” She says out of breath.

“Maybe I will continue to wear them around you.” Chris replied with a smug smirk plastered across his face. He kissed her again. “So I can always have this treatment.”

Eva giggled against his neck as he reached down and squeezed her bum.
After this encounter, he definitely kept his word. Chris would purposely put his glasses on whenever Eva was around. Even if they weren’t alone, he would tease her in front of their friends by taunting her. Sometimes she would pounce on him to have a quick hook up. Other times she would just admire his beauty from afar and realise how incredibly lucky she was.

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A/N: I am so sorry this update took so long! I’ve got exams this year and i’m trying to start revising now, so i’m probably going to be slow. I posted this on my wattpad ages ago and only remembered now to post it here. Requests are always open.

Why is my girl always left out?! The tension in this clip my god. The rest of the girl squad knew they did Sana and Noora dirty. That explains the awkward looks on all their faces. Eva knows what it’s like to be excluded, yet she’s practically doing the same thing to Sana. And Vilde’s look when Sana’s prayer app went off was completely unnecessary. Also, Sara “forgetting” to add Noora and Sana to the fb group?? Shady af.

Soo i have been shipping evilde for quite a while now but since vilde is lowkey cancelled since Friday I became interested in Evana. Please tell me why you ship it/reasons to ship it. This is sooo interesting and new and I'm so hyped about it. If there's a post or something that kind of sums up all the Evana content in the seasons so far it would be amazing if you could reblog it or something. Thanks already!! 💖

Hi, Anon!!!

Oh boyyyyyyyyyy, here we go.

Evana = easily, the most beautiful, prettiest sounding, sonically pleasing ship name you will EVER hear in your life tbh?

They’re an interracial wlw couple of 2 bisexual girls. And one of them is Muslim. This is HUGE? GROUND BREAKING???

They both know what social exclusion, isolation, loneliness, and losing your friends feels like.

Eva’s been practically the ONLY girl this season that’s somewhat noticed Sana’s discomfort/loneliness, and felt guilty about it.

In the bus meeting, Eva was the only girl to wear a colour close to black, that Sana was wearing, whilst everyone else wore white. That’s pretty telling how similar their struggles have been in terms on insecurities that come from friendships going wrong.

Sana literally told Eva to dump her boyfriend, and then straight away after that told her she’s the prettiest girl from the entire girl squad, and this was literally in the same week that she met Eva for the first time, ever.

They both are the most fucking domestic. Oh my god. Kitchen girlfriends tbh. Dancing in kitchens, or sitting on the countertops and watching the other make breakfast.

Eva would support the HELL out of Sana during her basketball matches.

Sana literally saved Eva from getting into trouble when Isak left drugs at Eva’s house.

They both have the most BOMB fashion sense, and their jackets? WOW. WOW WOW WOW.

They’re so beautiful? They just look … SO beautiful together??

Eva was so fucking IMPRESSED by Sana and her comeback in turning down a guy when he offered her to sit on his face?? Like Eva??? CHILL.

Eva was probably one of the FIRST girls who really understood a HUGE insecurity that Sana has, when she said “Sometimes, you just have to learn to trust people.”

Urm, they’re forever judging people together.

If they’re explored more, god, Eva could be SUCH a GREAT friend to Sana. SUCH a GOOD friend.

Eva was the FIRST person Sana texted when she suspected something was wrong with Sara’s behaviour last week.

Title: A Little Less Than a Thousand Miles [1.2K]Requested by: @outofclutterfindsimplicity​Little fluff where Eva and Chris are
watching movies or netflix in her bed and she just asks him if he wants to go
to the Eid pre-party with her. :)

It was
approximately three hours later after their rather…awkward encounter with the bewildered
Miss Anne-Marit. Eva was pretty sure her mom looked absolutely everywhere
except in their general direction before she muttered out a strange excuse
about needing to go to work even though it was Sunday and nearly knocked the lamp right off
the table in her hurry to grab her keys.

Eva wasn’t
sure why he mom was so jittery, it wasn’t like she’d never had a boyfriend
before. There was Jonas, who, sure, she didn’t get to meet, but this was just Chris.

Eva studies the boy sitting
beside her up and down to see if there was anything in particular that would
have scared her off. It might have been the nakedness part, though, Eva’s
confident it was definitely that.

They’re
sitting on the couch in the living room, way too cramped together for a couple
of people inhabiting such a large and spacious couch. Chris has his legs on the
coffee table, crossed at the ankles and leaning back casually into the cushion
behind him. Eva is curled up in his side, her head resting on his shoulder and
her fingers tracing indistinct pattern on the exposed part of his stomach.

They were
channel surfing the television in silence; Chris once in a while reaching up
with his free hand that was curled around Eva’s shoulders to run his fingers
through her hair.

The keyword here being: were. As in past
tense. As in they had at one point during their co-inhabitation of the living
room been channel surfing, until Chris had come across the pinnacle of modern
day entertainment, as he’d put it, and put away the remote despite Eva’s many
protests.

Yes, they were
watching White Chicks on TV, and it wasn’t under any sort of duress.

“Chris,
seriously,” she complains, as she’d been complaining consistently for the past
twenty minutes or so.

“Eva, seriously,” he mimics the usual
cheeky grin on his face and the sparkle in his eye that Eva usually ended up
getting absolutely mesmerized by. But definitely not today! “Come on, Eva. How
can you not like this movie? It’s a masterpiece!” he motions to the TV with an
indignant gesture.

“Besides
the fact that I’m not a fan of the Wayans brother in general? What is actually the
point of this movie?”